ThatOneWeirdo
One Thousand Club
Angel Darrow
Angel winced slightly when she kissed his car, not a sensation he was used to. "Oh, gods help me." Angel whispered to himself as she pulled off her shirt, eyes wide. "You're going to kill me, Claire Bianco." He managed. He had seen dozens upon dozens of beautiful, stunning, model-like girls take off a lot more clothing than a shirt, but not a single one compared to the sight in front of him. He'd rather die then and there there than have her put her shirt back on. He groaned softly. He had a feeling that he'd never felt in his life. Like he was the luckiest man on earth.